[ Credence whispers Newt's name like he's offering a prayer, a quiet petition for the other man's presence, and Graves remembers how Credence loves them both, how he gluts himself on both their attentions because he's gone without for so long. Graves watches him slide under the covers, naked and perfectly exquisite, his hands coming to smooth over his side, his chest, mapping him anew under his touch.
Credence is his and Newt's, and his hand slips down to hook Credence's leg over him, spreading their lovely young man for when Newt chooses to join them. ]
Call him again. [ He suggests, words low and velvety, that same hand coming to close delicately around his cock, reacquianting himself with the shape and weight of him, the way Credence fits so snugly in his palm. ] Perhaps I should loosen you up for him.
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Credence is his and Newt's, and his hand slips down to hook Credence's leg over him, spreading their lovely young man for when Newt chooses to join them. ]
Call him again. [ He suggests, words low and velvety, that same hand coming to close delicately around his cock, reacquianting himself with the shape and weight of him, the way Credence fits so snugly in his palm. ] Perhaps I should loosen you up for him.